Tuesday, October 29, 2013

Jane Kenyon: In the Grove

(Image from: http://www.aprweb.org/author/jane-kenyon)
In the Grove: The Poet at Ten

She lay on her back in the timothy
and gazed past the doddering
auburn heads of sumac.

A cloud--huge, calm,
and dignified--covered the sun
but did not, could not, put it out.

The light surged back again.

Nothing could rouse her then
from that joy so violent
it was hard to distinguish from pain.

              --Jane Kenyon

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